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THE      MINOR      DRAMA. 
No.  XXXIII. 


COCKNEYS  IN  CALIFOKNIA 

"21  flirrt  of  ®olirtn  ©pporttmitg." 


IN      O  If  X      ACT 


BY    J.    STIRLING  ^COYNE,    ESQ 


ALSO   THE   STAGE    BUSINESS,    CASTS    OF   CHARACTERS, 
COSTUMES,  RELATIVE  POSITIONS,  ETC. 


NEW  YORK  : 
WM.  TAYLOR  &  CO. 

(S   FRENCH.  GENERAL  AGENT,) 

I'll    NA*SAT:-STUF.KT.  CORNKTI  or  SPRUCE. 


CAST     OF     CHARACTERS. 

Adelphi.  National.  Olympic.  Broadwuy. 

A*tiurnyChi$i»»MT.  Munyard.      Mr.  W.Chapman.Mr.  Conover.       Mr.  Hadaway 
Jacob  Bunker...     "  P.  Bedford.      «  Pardey.  «•  Nickiuson.       "  E.  Shaw. 

The  Monltcy "  Mitchenson.     "  Colladine.  Mons.  Wiethoff. 

Walter  Ciiffint..        Woodward.  Mast.  Chapman.  Mast.  Edwards.  Miss  Wallis. 

Peter "  Lindon-         Mr.  Seymour. 

Mrs.  CMffint. . .  .Mrs.F.Matthews.Mrs.G.  Cnapman,Miss  Clarke.        Mrs.  Watts. 
Jvlina Miss  Turner.       Miss  Miles.  Miss  Carman. 


COSTUMES. 

ANTHONY  CHIFFINS.— Nankeen    trowsers,  long   white  waistcoat,  black  short 

skirted  coat,  small  white  hat,  long  haired  black  wig. 
JACOB  BUNKER.— Large  brown  trowsers,  high  boots,  canvass  frock,  black  belt 

blue  handkerchief,  red  wig,  glazed  hat. 
THE  MONKEY.— 

WALKER  CHIFFINS— Nankeeu  dress,  straw  hat. 
PETER. — Canvass  trowsers,  red  shirt,  straw  hat. 

MRS.  CHIFFINS.— Travelling  plain  dress,  straw  bonnet,  black  silk  shawl. 
JULINA.— Slave's  dress. 


EXITS  AND  ENTRANCES. 

R.  means  Right;    L.  Left;    R.  D.  Right  Door;    L.  D.  Left  Door 
8.  B.  Second  Entrance;  U.  B.  Upper  Entrance;  M.  D.  Middle  Door 

RELATIVE  POSITIONS. 

R.,  means  Right;  L.,Ltft}  C.,  Centre ;   R.  C.,  Right  of  Centre; 
L.  C.,  Left  of  Centre. 


COCKNEYS  IN  CALIFORNIA. 


ACT    I. 

SCENE  I. — A  wild  woody  scene  in  California. 

CHIPFINS  holloas  outside,  and  then  enters,  R.,  carrying  on 
his  back  his  son,  WALKER,  a  warming  pan  in  either 
hand  ;  he  is  followed  by  MRS.  CHIFFINS,  who  carries  an 
infant  in  her  arms. 

Chif.  Hol-loa-a-a  !  Ah  !  r.obody  hears  me — nobody's 
coming! — It's  useless  holloaing  any  longer.  There's  not 
an  omnibus,  a  cab,  or  even  a  wandering  policeman  to 
be  found  in  this  desolate  place.  Mrs.  Chiffins,  my  dear, 
it's  my  opinion  that  we're  all  lost— every  individual  of  this 
interesting  little  group. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh  !   dear  Chiffins,  don't  say  so. 

Chif.  It's  a  melancholy  fact,  though.  We're  so  utterly 
lost,  that  I  doubt  if  that  active  and  intelligent  officer,  For- 
rester, armed  with  a  search  warrant  could  possibly  find 
us  in  this  forest, 

Mrs.  C.  Why  don't  you  shout  again,  then  1 

Chif.  I've  been  shouting,  Mrs.  Chiffins,  till  I  have 
nearly  shouted  the  last  particle  of  voice  out  of  my  manly 
bosom, 

Mrs.  C.  Then,  what  it  to  become  of  us  ? 

Chif.  That's  precisely  what  I  don't  know. 

Mrs.  C.  For  my  part,  1  wish  I  had  never  quitted  my 
little  shop  at  Hoxton. 

Chif.  Hah !  You  have  no  spirit  of  enterprise,  Mrs. 
Chiffins ;  you  would  have  been  quite  content  to  spend 
your  life  dispensing  brandy-balls,  peg-tops,  gingerbread 
aiid  ballads,  to  the  rising  generation  of  Hoxtoa. 


4  COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

Mrs.  C.  Aye,  that  I  would  ! — and  it  would  have  been 
better  if  you  had  stuck  to  your  school,  too. 

Chif.  Academy  ! — Mrs.  Chiffins — say  my  academy,  for 
the  instruction  of  ingenious  youth  in  the  polite  arts  of  read- 
ing, writing,  turning  the  mangle,  and  other  branches  of 
useful  knowledge.  The  tree  of  knowledge  is  a  fine  tree,  no 
doubt;  but  you  know  I've  been  digging  at  its  roots  for 
ever  so  long,  without  getting  any  fruits  from  it,  and  so  I'm 
determined  to  try  my  luck  at  the  gold  diggings  in  Cali- 
fornia, where  the  precious  dust  is  so  abundant,  that  any 
body  may  have  a  warming-pan  full  for  the  scooping  of  it 
up. 

Mrs.  C.  Ah !  Chiffins,  they've  been  throwing  that  pre- 
cious dust  in  your  eyes.  For  my  part,  I  don't  think  there's 
any  such  place  in  the  world  as  Californy. 

Chif.  What ! — would  you  go  to  set  your  face  again  the 
map  of  the  world  ? — Do  you  suspect  Guy's  Geography, 
ma'am? 

Mrs.  C.  I  suspect  its  only  fit  for  Guys. 

Chif.  Mrs.  Chiffins,  my  dear,  I'm  ashamed  of  your  geo- 
graphical incempetency.  I'll  venture  to  say,  that  my 
youngest  pupil,  little  Cicero  Chiffins,  who  reposes  on  your 
maternal  bosom,  could  tell  you  where  California  is — if  he 
could  speak.  However,  here  we  are ;  and  if  we  hadn't 
lost  Zekiel  Flum,  our  Yankee  guide,  this  morning,  in  the 
forest,  I  calculate  we  should  have  been  now  somewhere 
in  the  neighborhood  of  the  gold  diggings. 

Mrs.  C.  I  shouldn't  have  cared  so  much  for  the  Yankee, 
if  he  hadn't  carried  off  our  mule  and  baggage  along  with 
him.  Oh  dear! — I'm  really  able  to  walk  no  further! — 
little  Cicero  is  such  an  uncommonly  solid  child  of  his 
age— 

Chif.  And  his  brother,  Walker,  who  is  three  sizes  larger, 
has  nearly  broken  the  paternal  back. — D'ye  hear  me. 
Walker,  what  part  of  speech  are  you,  sir  1 

Wai.  A  noun  substantive,  father. 

Chif.  Very  good  !  and  what  is  a  noun  substantive  ? 

Wai.  Any  thing  that  stands  by  itself. 

Chif.  Then  you  had  better  dismount,  and  stand  by 
yourself,  for  I  can  carry  you  no  longer. — (drops  the  bo$ 
from  his  back.} 

Mrs.  C.  Chiffins !— Chiffins '.—are  you  a  father? 


COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA.  5 

Chif.  Father  ! — A  word  which  signifies  to  be — to  da — 
and  to  suffer      Yes — I  certainly   believe  I  am  a  father,— 
But  though  I've  got  the  feelings  of  a  father,  I  havn't  got 
the  back  of  an  elephant. 

Mrs.  C.  Ah,  well !  I  dare  say  our  sufferings  will  soon 
be  over.  [CAPTAIN  BUNKER  heard  singing  at  a  distance. 

Chif.  Hark  ! — Isn't  that  a  yoice  ? — My  ears  don't  deceive 
me. 

Mrs.  C.  No— you  may  trust  to  your  long  ears,  Chiffins 
— it  is  a  voice. 

Chif.  And  one  that  I  have  heard  before. — Hey  !  I  see 
the  California  nightingale  moving  this  way  through  the 
trees.  [CAPTAIN  BUNKER  sings  without,  L. 

SONG. 

AIR — "  Soldier  Laddie.9' 

Sell  you  tables — sell  your  chain ; 

Sell  your  mangles — 

Sell  your  mangles  ; — 
Sell  your  feather  beds — who  cares? 

We'll  have  spangles — 

We'll  have  spangles ! 

Chif.  Goodness  ! — No — it  never  can  be  !  my  old  friend 
Captain  Jacob  Bunker,  of  "  The  Uncle  of  the  Thames," 
Gravesend  steamer ! 

C.  Captain  Bunker! 

A  magnificent  man,  Mrs.  Chiffins! — with  a  heart 
in  which  the  philanthropy  of  at  least  half  a  dozen  Bene- 
volent Societies  has  been  bottled  off. 

Enter  CAPTAIN  BUNKER,  L. 

(Singt.)     Come  with  shovel,  pick,  and  spade, 

Pan  and  ladle ; — pan  and  ladle ; 
D'gging  gold's  your  only  trade ! 
Bring  a  cradle  ; — bring  a  cradle. 

Chif.  Hah  !— It  if  the  gallant  Bunker  himself. 

Bun.  Hey! — stop  her! — who  hails  Bunker? — Hollo! 
hollo!— Chiffin's,  my  boy! — You  in  California? 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  Captain  ! — this  is  a  blessed  meeting?  If 
you  hadn't  come,  we  should  have  perished  here,  like  the 
babes  in  the  wood. 

Chif.  My  dear  friend  !     Allow  me  ! — (shakes  BUNKER'S 


6  COCKNEYS    IX    CALIFORNIA. 

hand.}  I  may  truly  say  I'm  delighted  to  sec  you. — Boon 
long  Jr.  this  magnificent  country,  captain  ? 

Hun.   A  nout  six  weeks. 

Cluf.  Six  weeks  !  —  What  a  heap  of  gold  you  must  have 
scraped  up  in  the  time  !— how  many  bushels  a  day,  on  the 
average  ? 

/>«/*.  Why — a — not  many.  Confidentially  speaking, 
I've  been  out  of  luck  ;  and  havn't  hit  on  the  right  dig- 
gins  yet — but  never  mind — \sings\ — "there's  a  good  time 
coming/' — and  plenty  of  gold — but  very  little  to  eat. 

CUtf.  Oh  !   well — I'm  not  particular  about  my    victuals. 

Mrs.  C.  Ah,  Chinins! — I  told  you  how  it  would  be — 
What's  to  become  of  our  poor  babes  now?  we  might  as 
well  have  sent  them  to  the  Union. 

Bun.  Hollo!  hollo! — Don't  hang  out  signals  of  distress 
so  soon;  I've  got  a  stock  of  provisions  in  my  hut,  a  little 
way  up  the  valley  ;  as  long  as  they  last  you're  welcome  to 
shate  them. 

Chif.  There  spoke  the  gallant  Bunker,  once  the  darling 
of  his  ciew  ! 

Bun.  Turn  ahead,  and  away  we  goes,  then! 

C/tif.  Come,  Mrs.  C.t  exert  your  native  energies,  my 
angel ! — anil  you,  Walker,  follow  in  the  footsteps  of  youi 
parental  pa. 

TRIO. 
Am. — •• '  Twos  in  the  merry  month  of  May" 

Bun.     Nobody  at  homo  will  stay. 

Digging  fur  gnM  is  nil  llio  Fun  ; 

Wo  shoulder  our  spades  and  march  away, 

And  oil*  to  Calilorny  run. 

Tlio  Yankoo  trader  leaves  his  store, 

The  Nigger  swears  he'll  work  no  more; 

Even  llio  thief  gives  up  his  priggins 

To  try  Ills  hand  in  those  hero  diggins. 

(Together.)  Nobody  now,  &c. 

Mrs.  C.  The  ladies,  too,  as  I  am  told. 

To  show  that  they  are  not  at  all  afraid, 
Are  shorily  to  bo  enrolled — 
The  Culiforninn  Gold  Brigade. 
The  laundresses  the  troop  will  join, 
And  lend  their  hand  in  the  washing  lino; 
While  every  housemaid  in  llio  muster 
Will  provo  herself  a  rare  good  duster! 
Nobody  now.  tVx% 


COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

Chif.    Three  old  women — the  oiio  was  Inme, 

The  second  was  deaf,  the  third  nigh  blind, — 
To  follow  the  men  they  were  all  game. 
And  vow'd  they'd  none  of 'em  slay  behind. 

Our  wills  are  good — but  alack-a-day  ! 
At  digging  gold,  we'll  have  a  try  lor  it; 
For  where  there's  a  will  there's  always  a  way, 
And  we'll  dig  a  bit,  although  we  die  Cor  it ! 

Nobody  now,  &c. 

[Exeunt,    BUNKER,    CHIFFINS,    WALKER,   and   Mus: 
CIIIFFINS,  L.] 

SCENE  II. — Another  part  of  tJtc  mountains. — At  back,  the 
river  is  seen  rushing  down  a  mountain  gorge  amongst 
rocks  and  trees.  Nearer  to  the  spectator,  i..,a  small  hut 
composed  of  branches  of  trees  ;  on  the  same  side,  a  Jtam- 
mock,  slung  under  a  tree.  On  u.  a  fire  on  the  ground, 
orcr  which  hangs  a  camp  kettle,  ssupended  from  a  rude 
triangle.  English,  Spanish,  American,  Indian,  Mexican, 
and  Negro  people,  employed  in  the  rarious  operatio?is  of 
digging  and  washing  the  earth  for  gold.  PETER,  a 
Negro  man,  u.,  JULINA,  his  wife,  sitting  L.  with  black 
child.  Diggers  come  forward,  with  wooden  bowls  and 
little  baskets  containing  gold  ;  the  others  collect  around 
them,  and  the  new  comers  exhibit  lumps  of  gold. 

CHORUS  OF  GOLD  DIGGKRS. 

Gold,  gold,  gold! 
The  yellow  ore  we  find  ; 

In  love,  in  peace,  in  war, 
'Tis  gold  that  rules  mankind. 

Dig.  dig,  dig ! 
And  turn  the  teeming  soil. 

For  heaps  of  shining  gold, 
Shall  well  reward  our  toil. 

SOLO. 

The  soldier  spills  his  blood  ; 

The  sailor  ploughs  the'main  ; 
The  student  wastes  the  lamp ; 

The  precious  ore  to  gain. 
Chorus.  Dig,  dig,  dig  !  &c. 

At  the  end  of  the  c.horus  all  the  gold  diggers  resume 
their  occupations,  and  go  off  gradually  at  dif- 
ferent sides. — PETER  and  JULINA  remain. 


8  COCKXKVS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

Pet.  Jul ina  ! 

Jul.  What  am  dat,  Pcta  ? 

Pet.  It  strike  me  berry  hard — dis'ere  colour  gen'lman 
dam  fool,  to  stay  for  nigga  help  any  longci  wit  massa 
Hunker.  What  for  1  dig  for  him  when  ebbcry  body  in 
Callumfornia  dig  for  himself? 

Jnl.  J Jerry  true,  Peia — berry  true  ! 
Pel.  Tell  you  what,  Julina  ! — You  and  me  go  to  the 
ribber,  and  wash  out  a  sack  of  gold  dust  on  our  own  ac- 
count. 

Jul.  Oh!  golly!  Peia  ! — dat  would  be  nice!  But  if 
Massa  Bunka  find  out,  won't  he  be  mad  ? 

Pet.  Dam  Massa  Bunker!  dis  child  can  pick  more  gold 
dan  him. 

Jul.  But  you  know,  Peta,  he  hire  you  for  fifty  dollars  a 
month. 

Pet.  Hi,  hi,  hi,  hi ! — Fifty  dollars — paid   in   advance — 
hi,  hi,  hi !     Darn  Massa  Bunker! — come  along,  Julina  ! 
Jul.  Oh  !  slop  bit ; — what  am  do  wid  lilly  Peta  ? 
Pet.  Why,  put  him  to  sleep  in  de  hammock  ;    he'll  li« 
dar,  safe  as  a  coon  in  a  holler  tree. — {^VtVM  jntit  cJtilA  into 
hammock.} — Bless  him,  how  hansome  he  grow  ; — dc  wool 
on  his  little  head  curl  so  tight  he  can't  shut  his  eyes. — 
Now  come  along,  Julina. 

[PETP.U  takes  a  wooden  bowl,  and  exit  with  Julina, 
i,.  As  soon  as  they  are  gone  a  monkey  descends 
from  a  tree,  L.,  goes  to  the  hammock  and  takes 
out  the  child,  icit/i  which  he  escapes  as  CutpriNS 
enters,  followed  by  BUNKI:U,  MRS.  CiupriNs, 
and  WAI.KKR,  L. 

CJrif.  Well,  I  declare,  a  man  can  never  sec  the  world 
at  home.  Why,  this  beats  Hornsey  Wo»nl  all  to  nothing. 
Hun.  Here  we  are,  my  boy,  on  my  settlement  !  That's 
the  river  Sacramento — and  there  arc  the  gold-seekers — 
Yankees,  Mexicans,  Niggers,  Spaniards — all  digging  for 
gold  on  the  banks. 

Chif.  What  a  prodigious  run  for  gold  on  your  banks  ! 
Bun.  And  there's  my  hammock,  ma'am,  under  that  gum 
tree,  where  I  turn  in  at  night. 

Mr*.   C.   Dear  me,  Captain,   'tis  so  small! — 1    should 
think  you  could  scarcely  turn  in  it. 

Bun.  Well,  ma'am,  it  is  certainly  rather  narrow  for  a 


COCKNEYS    IS    CALIFORNIA.  9 

man  of  my  tonnage,  but  I  made  it  so  on  purpose  to  dodge 
the  rau&quitoes;  for  when  I  turn  in  they  must  turn  oat; 
there  ain't  room  for  more  than  half-a-dozen  *f  them  to 
lodge  along  with  me. 

Cli'f. — (utter*  an  exclamation  of  sudden  pain,) — Oh  !  oh  ! 
— what's  that  ? 

Bun.  Stop— stop  ! — it's  one  of  them — (catdits  a  mus- 
quito  on  Ckijfin*  neck)— only  a  small  fellow — not  much 
larger  than  a  wasp.  Some  of  them  run  as  big  as  sparrow* 
•  f.  Musquitoes  as  big  as  sparrows! 

Ban.  Regular  nippers,  my  boy  !  that  could  draw  blood 
from  an  anchor  fluke  ;  and  the  worst,  of  them  is,  they 'I 
never  touch  a  seasoned  settler  while  there's  a  stranger's 
skin  to  be  bad  for  the  biting. 

Ck»f.  Heaven  preserve  our  tender  skins! — what's  to 
become  of  us,  if  we're  to  be  served  up  as  a  banquet  for 
these  Californian  vampires  ! 

Mrs.  C.  (who  has  stated  herself  on  a  bank,  R^  starts  up, 
exclaiming]  Oh  !  oh  !  oh  ! — Captain — look  there  !— what 
is  it ! — that  little  shiny  thing  wriggling  through  the  dry 
leaves  ? 

Ban.  Oh  !  ma1  am,  don't  be  alarmed — it's  only  a  green 
snake  ;  we  make  eel  pies  of  'em  in  these  parts — and  werry 
good  imitations  of  the  real  Twit'uams  they  are. 

Mrs.  C.  Green  snakes !  eel  pies  ! — a- ah  !  I  could 
never  abide  them. 

C.'iif.  1  hope,  Captain,  we  shan't  have  many  of  these 
visitors  here. 

Bun.  Oh !  nothing  to  speak  of- — only  a  few  scorpions 
aud  toads,  and  venomous  spiders.  You  must  keep  a  sharp 
look  oat,  too,  in  your  shoes,  when  yon  get  np  in  die  morn- 
ing, for  the  centipedes — them  chaps  with  a  hundred  feet, 

Cbf.  A  hundred  feet  in  my  shoes!  Ecod!  I  don't 
pity  them  if  they've  got  corns  among  them. 

Bun — (caUing}— Jnlina !  Dash  my  paddles,  where  can 
the  black  wench  be  ?— I  hope  she  hasn't  left  me  to  cook 
my  own  dinner.— <eo#»; — Peter ! — the  nigger  rascal's  gone 
too  !  Never  mind — the  kettle's  on  the  fire  yonder;  all 
we  want  is  something  to  fill  it — so  I'D  just  step  and  see 
what  I've  got  in  the  locker.  [Exit,  L. 

Chif.  Bravo !— the  gallant  Bunker  is  Eke  the  pelicam 
of  t  e  wilderness—he's  "the  sweet  little  cherub  that  sin 


10  COCKNEYS    IX    CALIFORNIA. 

up  aloft  to  kaep  watch  for  the  life  of  poor  Chiffins."  Wal- 
ker, you  good-for-nothing  particle,  don't  stand  there,  sir, 
with  yoar  hands  in  your  breeches'  pockets,  like  a  note  of 
admiration,  but  put  more  sticks  on  the  fire,  and  make  the 
kettle  boil  directly. 

Wai.  Yes,  father — that  I  will. — ( The  boy  goes  to  fire, 
gathers  sticks,  and  put  them  on.) 

Mrs.  C.  And  while  the  Captain's  away,  I'll  step  into 
the  cabin,  and  make  myself  fit  to  be  seen.  Cicero's  fallen 
asleep,  so  I'll  lay  the  dear  little  fellow  in  this  hammock 
here  till  I  return. 

Chif.  Give  him  to  me,  my  dear. — (takes  infant  from 
MRS.  CHIFFINS.) — Bless  him  !  he's  his  pa's  own  image. — 
[he places  the  child  in  the  hammock;  MRS.  CHIFFINS  goes 
into  the  hut,  L.] — Well,  matters  mayn't  turn  out  so  bad 
after  all ;  and  if  I  have  only  the  luck  to  hit  upon  a  vein  of 
nice  nubbly  gold,  shan't  I  make  them  stare  when  I  go 
home  ! 

Enter  CAPTAIN  BUNKER,  L.,  with  a  dead  crow,  and  re-enter 
at  the  same  time  MRS.  CHIFFINS  Jrom  the  Tint.  WALKER 
drops  asleep. 

Bun.  D — n  the  rascal ! — some  of  these  piratical  gold- 
diggers  have  discovered  where  I  had  stowed  away  my 
provisions  in  a  hollow  tree,  and  havn't  left  me  as  much  as 
would  victual  a  mouse-trap. 

Chif.  What  says  the  gallant  bunker? — Have  the  vic- 
tuals vanished,  and  our  prospect  of  dinner  been  merely  a 
dissolving  view  1 

Bun.  No — no,  my  boy—  not  so  bad  as  that.  Luckily  I 
fell  in  with  a  Yankee  fellow,  who  carries  on  a  trade  in 
stomach  fixins,  as  he  calls  'em,  here  in  the  diggins.  I  gave 
the  fellow  an  ounce  of  gold-dust  for  this  Californian 
turkey. 

Mrs.  C.  [examining  the  bird.}  Californian  turkey  !  Cap- 
tain ! — The  villain  has  sold  you  an  old  crow  ! 

Bun.  Dash  my  paddles  ! — you  don't  say  so  1 

Chif.  [examining  the  bird.]  It's  a  decided  case  of  caw  I 
caw ! — but  under  existing  circumstances,  we  can't  insist 
upon  that  remarkable  fact.  So,  Mrs.  Cihffins,  my  dear 
have  the  goodness  to  cook  the  bird  as  a  turkey,  and  the 
gallant  Bunker  will  pluck  the  crow  with  that  cheating 


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Yankee  when  he  catches  him. — [gives  bird  to  MRS.  CHIP- 
FINS.] 

Bun.  Burn  my  biler !  I'll  keelhaul  the  rascal.  But,  I 
say,  we  must  go  to  work  for  the  dust,  or  we'll  have  to  go 
without  breakfast  to  morrow.  Can  you  dig,  Chiffey  ! — 
can  you  dig,  my  boy  1 

Chif.  Dig — a  verb  active— imperative  mood. — Let  us 
dig.  I  don't  think  I  ever  tried,  Captain. 

Bun.  Never  mind — Fll  dig,  and  you  shall  wash. — You 
can  wash— can't  you  ] 

Chif.  I  rather  think  I  can  ?  Ask-  Mrs.  Chiffins  how  1 
wash  the  children  in  the  morning.  Ecod,  I'll  wash  the 
whole  face  of  California  for  you,  if  you  like  ! 

[BUNKER  takes  a  spade,  L. 

Bun.  Come  along,  then ;  we'll  try  a  fresh  digging  up 
the  bed  of  the  river,  and  be  back  to  dinner  by  the  time  the 
turkey  is  cooked. 

Chif.  Stop,  Captain  !  as  the  bed  of  the  river  is  likely 
to  be  damp,  I'd  better  take  my  warming-pan. — [takes 
warming-pan.] — Farewell,  Maria  Jane  Matilda  !  I'll  fetch 
you  back  an  apronful  of  the  precious  material. 

Mrs.  C.  Chiffins,  dear!  I  must  give  you  a  kiss  for  luck 
before  you  go. 

Chif.  Amiable  weakness  ! — [kisses  her.] — There  ! — 
Grammatically  speaking,  I  could  never  decline  a  kiss — 
even  from  my  wife.  Now,  Captain,  lead  with  your  spade, 
and  I'll  follow  suit ! 

[Exit.  BUNKER,  R.  s.  E.,  followed  by  CHIFFINS. 

•Mrs.  C.  Well,  if  Chiffins  picks  up  a  handsome  fortune 
here,  I'm  determined  I'll  be  a  lady — a  real  lady — for  I'll 
have  breakfast  every  morning  in  bed. — \goes  to  kettle  and 
looks  into  it.] — Dear  me  ! — I  shall  want  more  water. — 
Walker  ! — Walker  ! — What  are  you  sleeping  for  ? — Ge*: 
up,  and  pluck  the  fowl,  while  I  go  and  fetch  some  water 
from  the  river. 

W^al.  [ic 'iking  and  yawning] — A-aw  ! — I  am  coming  ! 

Mrs.  C.  Mind  you  pluck  it  nicely,  Walker;  do  you 
hear? 

Wai.  Oh  !  yes,  I  hear. — [Exit  MRS.  CHIFFINS  with  pit- 
cher, L.  s.  E.] — 1  don't  see  why  I  should  be  kept  here 
plucking  of  this  old  duck  when  father,  and  everybody  ia 


12  COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

digging  for  gold  :  I'm  big  enough — I  am  ;  and  I'll  go  and 
have  a  game  in  Tom  Tiddler's  ground,  as  well  as  the  rest 
— \runs  off,  L.] 

[The  monkey  appears,  carrying  a  large  ator>e\  hf 
goes  to  the  kettle  which  is  on  the  fire  ;  takes  the 
crow  out  of  it,  and  puts  the  stone  in  place  of  it 
in  the  kettle.  Hfi  then  scampers  off  with  the 
bird. 

Enter  MRS.  CHIFFINS,  L.,  with  a  pitcher  of  water. 

Mrs.  C.  Walker  '.—Walker  !— I'll  lay  my  life  the  good 
for -nothing  boy  has  fallen  asleep  again — \lonks  about.] — 
No,  he  hasn't.  Bless  me  !  he's  not  here. — Where  can  h-s 
be  1  If  he  should  have  strayed  away  into  the  forest — 
\calls] — Walker,  Walker  ! — Oh  dear,  oh  dear  ;  what  terri- 
ble news  this  will  be  for  poor  Chiffins,  when  he  returns  ! 

Enter  BUNKER,  R.  s.  F^ 

Oh  !  Captain  ;  I'm  in  such  a  fright. — My  boy, — poor  little 
Walker,--is  missing  ! — Have  you  seen  anything  of  him  ? 

Bun. — [wiping  his  eyes.] — No,  ma'am  ! 

Mrs.  C.  Good  gracious — What's  the  matter  with  you  ? 
— There  are  tears  in  your  eyes. — Is  it  the  boy  ? 

Bun.  [weeping.  J — No,  ma'am. 

Mr*.  C.  Then  it's  Anthony ! — it's  Chiffins !— it's  my 
husband  ! — something  has  happened  to  him. — Tell  me  all! 

Bun.   \blubbering.] — Poo,  hoo,  hoo,  ho-o-o-o  ! 

Mrs.  C.  I  know  'tis  something  dreadful. — Why  don't 
you  speak  ] 

Bun.  [blubbering.] — Poo,  hoo,  hoo,  ho-o-o-o  ! 

Mrs.  C.  Captain  ! — I'm  a  woman  of  robust  mind,  and 
can  bear  to  hear  the  worst. — I — feel  a  something  that  tells 
me — I  am — I  am — now — now — 

Bun. — [sobbing.] — An  interesting  widow,  ma'am. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  Captain  Bunker! — That  is  a  blow! 

Bun.  So  it  is,  ma'am — But  you  mustn't  give  way,  Mrs. 
Chiffins! — you  must  keep  the  steam  up,  ma'am. 

.Mrs.   C.   Tell  me  how  the  fatal  accident  happened. 

Bun.  Why  ma'am — it's  a  short,  but.  melancholy  tale, 
ma'am. — The  late  Mr.  Chiffins,  and  myself,  had  hit  upon 
a  n-ice  fresh  spot  on  the  river  bank,  a  little  way  above  the 
Big  Falls,  ma'am — and  were  digging,  and  washing  trs- 


COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA.  13 

mendous, — when  Mr.  Chiffins,  in  the  enthusiasm  of  finding 
a  grain  of  gold, — slipped  from  the  bank,  ma'am,  into  the 
river ;  and  before  you  could  say  Jack  Robinson  the  poor 
fellow  was  caught  by  the  rapids,  and  carried  bang  over 
the  Falls,  like  a  pine  log,  ma'am. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh  !  Captain  Bunker! — if  it  had  been  in  Hox- 
ton,  I  could  have  borne  my  bereavement  with  pleasure — 
I  mean,  with  resignation — but  in  a  foreign  land,  what  is  to 
give  me  comfort  ] 

Bun.  Comfort ! — [aside.] — 1  didn't  think  of  that ! — Ja- 
cob Bunker  never  saw  lovely  woman  in  distress  without 
bearing  up  to  her  assistance. — Dash  my  paddles  ! — Mrs. 
Chiffins,  I'll  marry  you  myself. 

Mrs.  C.  You,  Captain  ? — you  can't  be  serious  ;  you  can 
never  mean  such  a  thing. 

Bun.  What  Jacob  Bunker  says,  he  means,  ma'am ;  and 
what  he  means,  ma'am,  he  does,  ma'am  !  so  I  say  again, 
I'll  many  you. 

Mrs.  C.  Don't  Captain  Bunker  ! — pray  don't. 

Bun.  I  will  ma'am. — Gravesend  expects  every  man 
will  do  his  duty  ! — whereby — you  being  a  lonely  widow, 
it's  my  duty  to  make  you  happy. 

Mrs.  C.  Ah !  I  shall  never  be  happy  again — never ! 
— at  least  for  some  time. — Oh,  my — -excuse  me — Bunker  ! 

Bun.  [aside.} — She  calls  me  her  Bunker  ! 

Mrs.  C.  You  can't  know  my  feelings — you  never  lost  a 
husband. 

Bun    No,  ma'am  ;  I  can't  say  as  I  ever  did. 

Mrs.  C.  Poor  Chiffins !  I  never  knew  his  value  until 
now,  that  I  have  lost  him. — [weeps.] 

Bun.  Keep  up  the  steam — ma'am — keep  up  the  steam 
— I've  got  a  little  cordial  here  that  will  do  you  good — 
\fetches  brandy  bottle  from  hut,  and  pours  out  brandy  into 
a  tin  cup,}  Now,  ma'am — try  the  least  drop  of  this  re- 
vi\er. 

Mrs.  C. — [takes  cup,  and  drinks.] — Oh  !  Captain — this 
is  indeed — consoling! 

Bun.  Try  another  drain,  ma'an. 

Mi*s.  C.  Not  for  the  world,  Captain  ! 

[She  holds  the  cup  ;    Captain  pours  more  in. 

Bun.  [drinks  from  the  bottle.} — Ah,  that  is  the  real  ren- 
ovator ! — splendid  brandy,  but  I've  chalked  "  PIS'N"  on  the 


14  COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

bottle,  to  keep  the  pirates  that  cruize  about  these  parts 
from  tapping  it — [replaces  bottle  in  hut.} 

Mrs.  C.  Captain  Bunker,  you  must  feel  that  situated  as 
we  are,  it  would  not  be  proper  for  me  to  remain  here. 

Bun.  Why,  ma'am,  that's  a  delicate  point  I've  been 
turning  in  my  mind  ;  and  I've  just  recollected  there's  a 
village  four  or  five  miles  from  here,  where  you  may  re- 
main for  a  few  days,  till  we  get  some  account  of  the  boy, 
who,  I  daresey,  has  fallen  in  with  some  of  the  digging 
parties. — I'll  convoy  you  there  myself,  ma'am  ;  and  as  I've 
got  confoundly  tired  of  the  place,  I'll  bid  farewell  to  my 
trim  built  cottage  for  ever. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  Captain!  you're  our  only  protector  now ; 
so  I  throw  myself  and  innocent  babe  altogether  on  your 
hands. 

Bun.  Thank  you,  ma'am.—  I  feel  the  weight  of  the 
compliment;  whereby,  I  think  we'd  better  start  directly. 

Mrs.  C.  Whenever  you  please,  Captain. 

Bun.  Avast  though  ! — I  must  first  write  a  note  to  all  in- 
quiring friends. — \he  takes  a  board  near  the  door  of  hut,  and 
writes  with  chalk  u.pon  it ;  reads  while  he  writes.  "  Sailed 
from  these  diggins — Captain  Bunker,  and  Mrs.  Chiffins — 
D.  I.  O."— There's  my  ticket.  [Mrs.  Chiffins  lias  taken 
the  child  out  of  the  hammock  ;  Bunker  hangs  the  board 
against  the  hut.] — Now  then,  Mrs.  Chiffins,  turn  ahead  ! 
and  away  we  goes,  ma'am ! 

[Exeunt,  BUNKER  and  MRS.  CHIFFINS,  L.  u.  E. 
The  momkey  appears  carrying  the  black  child,  which  he 
places  in  the  hammock,  and  escapes.  CHIFFINS  is 
heard  outside,  calling — "  Where's  the  gallant  Bun- 
ker?" He  then  enters,  without  a  hat,  torn  coat,  his 
clothes  and  hair  wet. 

Chif.  Where — where's  the  gallant  Bunker  1  Where's 
xny  Maria  Jane  Matilda  ?  What  an  aquatic  spectacle  I've 
made  of  myself!-  Hey!  Where's  Mrs.  Chiffins?  why  is 
she  not  here  to  receive  her  dripping  husband  to  her  arms  t 
[Sees  the  writing  on  the  board — takes  it.] — What's  this  ? — 
[reflds.] — "  Sailed  from  these  diggings :  Captain  Bunker 
and  Mrs.  Chiffins."  Oh,  yes  !  'tis  as  plain  as  chalk  can 
be  ! — \reads.] — "  Captain  Bunker  and  Mrs.  Chiffins — 
D.  T.  O." — [Drops  the  board.] — Oh  !  oh  !  it's  all  over  !  I'm 


COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA.  .  J5 

a  deserted  mary,  as  the  French  say.  The  only  frier d  I 
had  in  this  quarter,  has  carried  off  my  better  half;  the 
Gravesend  Sea  Serpent  has  absconded  with  my  Maria 
Jane  Matilda,  and  confesses  his  crime  upon  this  board,  in 
chnlk.  They've  taken  the  children,  too. — [sees  child  in 
hammock.] — Hey!  no  —  they've  left  little  Cicero;  he's 
here. — [snatches  vp  child,  and  starts  back  horrified,  when 
he  sees  its  black  faoe;] — The  blessed  image  of  its  pa  it  »s  ! 
Ha  !  oh  !  Day  and  Martin  !  what's  this  ?  Cicero  turned 
as  black  as  a  beetle  !  Hah  !  some  dark  business  has  been 
going  on  here  !  this  isn't  my  child — on  the  face  of  it.  I 
disown  it !  I  disclaim  the  young  imposter  !  its  not  mine  ! 
there — there  ! — f  thrusts  it  under  the  clothes  in  the  ham?nock.] 
Oh,  dear  !  what  is  to  become  of  me  ?  I'm  sorry,  now,  I 
didn't  let  myself  be  drowned !  I  oughtn't  to  have  shouted 
for  help  when  I  was  in  the  water — nor  I  wouldn't,  if  I  had 
known  what  was  before  me.  However,  its  not  too  late  to 
put  a  full  stop  to  my  melancholy  existence.  I'll  commit 
suicide  !  nothing  shall  prevent  it.  I'll  blot  myself  out  of 
Nature's  copy-book,  and  rub  the  name  of  Anthony  Chif- 
fins  from  the  slate  of  life.  But  how  ?  Suppose  I  throw 
myself  over  the  Falls  again.  No  !  I  tried  that  once,  and 
I  didn't  like  it.  If  I  knew  the  private  residence  of  some 
hungry  bear,  I'd  call  on  him  about  supper  time. — [search- 
ing about.] — or,  if  I  could  only  find  a  piece  of  rope,  I 
might  end  my  woes  in  a  noose. — [goes  to  hut,  and  finds 
the  brandy-bottle.] — What's  this— hey  ] — [reads.] — P-i-z-n, 
"  Pis'n  !"  Ha  !  poison  !  Kind  fortune,  my  fate  is  in  my 
hand !  Think  of  your  wrongs,  Chiffins  !  think  of  your 
wife  bolted  !  your  clothes  lost,  and  your  warming-pan 
gone  !  Hah  !  I'm  wound  up  to  desperation  !  I  wonder 
how  much  of  the  mixture  makes  a  dose.  Never  mind — 
\takesa  mouthful  out  of  the  bottle.} — 'Pon  my  life  !  I  rather 
like  the  flavor  of  the  deadly  potion.  I'll  make  all  sure  by 
another  pull. — [drinks.] — There  !  I'm  done  for  now  !  I've 
swallowed  enough  to  poison  a  buffalo  !  Oh,  Maria  Jane 
Matilda,  you've  done  a  pretty  job  of  work  ! — [tings,  half 
crying 

SONG. 

AIR — "  Jeannette  and  Jeannot." 
My  wife  has  run  away,  and  has  left  me  here  alone, 
In  the  wilds  of  California,  to  make  my  grievous  moan ; 


16  COCKNEXS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

The  salt  tears  from  my  eyes — trickle  down  in  streams  of  woe. 
Maria  Jane  Matilda,  'twas  a  shame  to  use  me  so — 
Maria  Jane  Matilda,  'twas  a  shame  to  use  me  so  ! 

[Spoken.]  I  don't  think  the  deadly  potion  has  begun  to 
take  effect  yet.  No — no  !  1  must  have  another  drain  ot 
the  baneful  beverage. — [takes  a  long  draught.] — There  ! 
1  think  that's  a  settler  ! — [sings,  as  he  gets  drunk.] 

Oh !  womankind  is  false — as  it  always  used  to  be  ; 
And  friendship's  only  gammon — for  so  it  proved  to  me ; 
So  I've  drunk  a  pint  of  piz'u — but  I  fear  'tis  rather  slow. 
Maria  Jane  Matilda,  'twas  a  shame  to  use  me  so — 
Maria  Jane  Matilda,  'twas  a  shame  to  use  me  so ! 

Well,  its  really  very  extraordinary — I  don't  feel  a  bit  the 
worse  for  what  I've  taken.  The  only  sensation  I'm  con- 
scious of,  is  a  sort  of  merry-go-round  in  my  head — and — 
a — remarkable  inclination  in  my  feet  to  start  off  in  a 
polka.  Ha  !  ha  !  ha  ! — [ dances  a  few  steps.] — No,  no — it 
won't  do  !  This  levity  at  such  an  awful  moment  is  really 
disgraceful.  Hie  !  I'm  not  gone  yet — though  I  ought  to 
be.  What,  if  I  can't  go — what,  if  I  won't  go  ?  Oh,  dear  ! 
perhaps  I'm  poison  proof! — No — 1  feel  I'm  going  now — 
yes,  yes — oh,  dear — my  head — my  legs! — ha!  ha!  ha! 
ha  !  Oh  !  Maria  Jane  Matilda,  how  could  you — how 
could  you  desert  your  own  Chiffins,  and  forsake  the  buz- 
zum  that  beat  for  only  you  ?  Hie  !  There  ! — I'm  going 
— going — gone  ! — [slips  down.] — Hooray  ! — I  wish  I  was 
back  in  Hoxton,  thrashing  the  boys.  Order  ! — silence  ! — 
First  class  come  up  for  punishment ! 

Enter  BUNKER,  L.  u.  E. 

Bun.  Dash  my  paddles  !  I  forgot  my  brandy-bottle,  and 
I  can't  leave  without  it. 

Chif.  [Perceiving  him.]  Hah  ! — the  villain  Bunker  ! — 
the  sea-serpent  of  the  Thames  ! — \gtts  up.] — Hah  ! — assas- 
sin ! — fresh-water  pirate  ! — you  are  come  to  dare  the  ven- 
geance of  your  injured  friend  ! 

Bun.  Hollo  ! — hollo !  Chiffins !  Dash  my  piecious 
paddles  !  here's  a  go  ! 

Chif.  Aye  !  Chiffins  stands  before  you  in  the  agonies 
of  death,  sir,  with  vengeance  in  his  heart  ami  a  bottle  in 
his  hand.  The  same  fatal  weapon  shall  destroy  us  both 
There ! — [throws  the  bottle  at  BUNKER,  who  avoids  itJ 


COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA.  17 

Bun.  Avast  there  ! — what  does  it  all  mean  1 
Chif.  Revenge! — [he  collars  BUNKER,  and  they  strug- 
gle.]— I'll  have  it — your  life,  base  Bunker — your  life  ! 

[MRS.  CHIFFINS  runs  in  L.  u.  E. — she  screams  when  she 
sees  CHIFFINS.] 

Mrs.  C.  Heavens  !  it  is — it  is  my  Chiffins  ! 

Bun.  [  Flinging  him  off.}  Don't  go  near  him,  ma'am  ! 
he's  mad — stark  mad  ! 

Chif.  No— don't  come  near  me. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  goodness  !  We  thought  you  were  drown- 
ed, Anthony. 

Chif.  Well,  ma'am,  so  I  was  ;  but  not  finally  drowned. 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  never  mind,  so  as  you  are  safe,  dear! — 
[goes  to  embrace  him — he  pushes  her  back.] — Oh,  Anthony  ! 

Chif.  No — no — never  !  The  heart  that  once  truly 
loved  never  forgets — that  you  bolted  with  the  base  Bun- 
ker! 

Bun.   The  base  Bunker  ! 

Mrs.  C.  Did  you  say  bolted,  Chiffins  ? 

Chif.  Yes,  ma'am;  "bolted"  was  the  word.  Havn't  I 
the  confession  of  the  destroyer  of  my  happiness  engrossed 
there  in  chalk  ? — [points  to  the  board.] 

Mrs.  C.  Why,  I  heard  you  were  drowned,  and  as  L 
couldn't  stay  in  this  horrid  place,  Captain  Bunker  kindly 
offered  to  protect  me  to  the  nearest  village. 

Bun.  Yes,  Mrs.  Chiffins  sailed  under  my  convoy.  Ja- 
cob Bunker  only  did  his  duty  by  lovely  woman  in  distress. 

Chif.  [To  BUNKER.]  My  dear  friend  !  allow  me  to  call 
you  once  more  the  gallant  Bunker  ! — [shakes  his  hand 
warmly.] — Only  you  die,  and  leave  a  widow,  and  see  if  I 
won't  do  as  much  for  her. 

Mrs.  C.  Now,  Anthony  dear,  are  you  satisfied  ] 

Chif.  Perfectly  :  that  is,  no — no — -no  !  There's  a  little 
ebony  angel  yonder  in  the  hammock. — [BUNKER  takes  the 
black  child  out  of  hammock,  as  PETER  and  JULINA  enter.] 
— That's  not  our  little  Cicero? 

JuL  No,  sar,  dat  lilly  Peta  ! — [takes  child  from  BUNKER.] 
— Dis  nigga  lady  tank  you  berry  much,  sar. 

[MRS.  CHIFFINS  runs  to  meet  WALKER,  who  is  entering 
with  the  child,  L.  u.  E. 

Chif.  But  where's  our  precious  babe  ? 

Mrs.  C.   Here  he  comes,  with  Walker ;   the  good-for 


18  COCKNEYS    IN    CALIFORNIA. 

nothing  little  scamp  strayed  away,  and  where  do  you 
think  we  found  him  ?  but  in  the  river,  washing  for  gold 
dust  in  his  new  boots.  • 

Chif.  Then  all  my  troubles  are  over  !  —  hold,  no  !  —  I 
i'orgot,  in  the  excitement  of  the  moment,  the  horrible  fact 
that  I'm  poisoned. 

'  Poisoned! 


Chif.  Yes  ;  when  I  thought  you  had  betrayed  me,  I 
swallowed  a  deadly  potion  —  enough  to  kill  a  dozen  buffa- 
loes. I'm  in  my  last,  agonies  this  moment,  though  I  don't 
feel  them.  Oh,  Maria  Jane  Matilda,  receive  your  doting 
husband's  parting  breath  !  —  [he  embraces  her.] 

Mts.  C.  Why,  Chiffins,  your  parting  breath  has  a 
strong  smell  of  brandy. 

Chif.  Yes,  my  angel,  the  fatal  draught  was  very  nice. 

Bvn.  Where  did  you  get  it,  my  boy  ? 

Chif.  Oh,  there  —  in  that  bottle  —  I  found  it  yonder  —  and 

oh! 

Bun.  [Picks  up  bottle.]  Why,  dash  my  paddles,  this  is 
my  brandy-bottle  !  I  chalked  "  1'iziv"  upon  it,  to  keep  the 
fellows  who  cruise  about  here  from  meddling  with  it. 
Cheer  up,  my  boy,  there  was  nothing  worse  in  it  than 
brandy. 

Chif.  Brandy  !  —  oh  !  —  my  real  Cogniac  life-protector  ! 
What  a  relief  your  words  are  to  me  !  Embrace  the  gal- 
lant Bunker,  my  dear  !  Walker,  you  ungrateful  vaga- 
bond, why  are  you  not  on  your  knees,  sir,  thanking  the 
preserver  of  your  pa's  precious  life  1 

Mrs.  C.  Oh,  dear  !  Anthony,  I've  got  so  many  frights 
and  turns  since  I  came  into  this  horrid  country,  that  I 
know  I  shall  never  survive  another  day  in  it. 

Chif.  Well,  my  dear,  I'm  disgusted  with  the  place  my- 
self, and  I  say,  let  us  return  to  Hoxton  directly. 

Bun.  And  I'll  go  with  you,  my  boy. 

Chif.  Come  along,  then!  —  "there's  a  good  time  com- 
ing," Captain  ;  and  the  weather  is  favorable  for  going 
with  half  a  coat.  Have  you  got  our  little  relative  pro- 
nouns all  right,  Mrs.  Chiffins? 

Mrs.  C.  Quite  right,  Anthony. 

Chif.  Aqd  the  Californian  turkey  ?  Don't  forget  the 
turkey  ! 


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Mr*.  C.  [  Uncovering  the  kettle.]  Oh,  gracious !  the  tur- 
key's gone ! 

All.  Gone! 

Mrs.  C.  Yes  ;  and  whosoever  nas  taken  it,  has  left  this 
stone  in  the  kettle. — [takes  the  stone  out  of  kettle.} 

Chif.  Inhuman  monster ! 

Bun.  [  Taking  the  stone. \  Why,  dash  my  paddles,  this 
i*  a  lump  of  gold  ! 

All.  Gold  ! 

Mrs.  C.  Who  ever  could  have  put  it  there  ? 

Chif.  That's  no  business  of  ours.  I  always  told  you 
that  luck  would  come  to  us  in  a  lump  at  last,  and  here  it 
is. 

Bun.  Now,  then,  ring  the  bell,  and  away  we  goes 
again  ! 

Chif.  Stop !  I  must  make  a  slight  alteration  in  your 
card — [fakes  the  board.} — Where's  your  steel-pen,  Cap- 
tain ? — [  BUNKER  gives  him  a  piece  of  chalk. \ — "  Sailed  from 
these  diggins  :  Captain  Bunker — [writes.} — Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Chiffins,  family,  and  suite.; — P.  S. — And  don't  mean  to 
come  back  ever  again."  Now  move  on,  Captain! 

The  DIGGERS,  male  and  female,  enter  at  every  side. 

Bun.  Hold  on,  Chiffey,  my  boy  !  here  come  our  friends 
from  the  diggins.  Good-bye — good-bye,  lads  arid  lasses  J 
I'm  going  to  seize  the  golden  opportunity  of  bidding  fare- 
well to  Californy  ;  but,  before  we  start,  let  us  finish  ofl 
with  Everybody's  Independent  and  Grand  National  Cal- 
ifornian  Fandango. 

Dance  of  Characters  and  Gold  Diggers. 


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